Evil tiga is neither evil nor tiga

If you think about it carefully, of course it doesn't mean anything.

That's why it's strange that this person would burst out some words from time to time that seemed to mean something, but actually meant nothing.

and......

'really weird. '

If you look at it this way, what will you find?

Ten years ago, the 15-year-old Uniq looked even more like Nangong's peers ten years later.

'How many years can the so-called Ultraman live? '

Ten years later, the other party does not seem to have changed in the slightest.

Chapter 140 Six People Who Gradually Change

"Then I'll send you here, good night."

"Good night, Mr. Sato."

Once the door is opened and closed, it separates the inside from the outside.

For Sato, today's dinner was actually not bad, at least Chancheng was willing to talk to her, and even initiated the topic on his own initiative.

This is really different from the previous ones. Could it be that his sincerity moved the girl even more?

"Maybe it really is?"

He didn't know at all, he was just guessing casually.

Of course, the actual reason is not important, what is important is the result left now.

Outside the gate, Sato walked into the elevator that reached this floor and was about to leave.

Inside the gate, Chancheng stared at his mother, who was always silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

What are you thinking?

Hitomi hesitated for a while before asking this question:

"Are you happy today?"

"Eh?"

Chancheng froze for a moment, not knowing what the question meant.

She thought about it, how should she answer?

For this family of three going out, are they happy or unhappy?

The answer is actually very simple, you can't lie to yourself.

"I think it should be happy."

After I couldn't feel the sense of distance, I started chatting to get to know the father I was so eager for at the beginning, and I got a kind response.

How could this be unhappy?

In fact, Hitomi already knew this answer before.

After all, the girl had a rare smile on her face.

"Yes, that's fine."

It's not in vain to follow him, but if you think about it carefully...

"Maybe you'll be happier without me."

Hitomi laughed at herself, she didn't know what she was doing there, so she just went to eat as a background board?

Rather, why did she go?

Why is she giving up on herself here?

What appeared on her face was an expression Chancheng had never seen before.

But what he heard was so harsh.

"wrong!"

Chancheng immediately denied the matter, completely different from his usual performance of not knowing how to speak.

"It's because of you that I'm so happy, because... this is the first time I've gone out with my mother."

From before to now, there is no difference.

Chancheng hopes to get the care of others, she is just a child who lacks love.

But her words were equally jarring to Hitomi.

'the first time'

When hearing this sentence, Hitomi finally understood why she chose to escape.

Because in her memory, there are three faces.

The first one is the appearance of an unopened baby.

The second one is still young, between a child and a girl.

The third one is the one in front of you.

Other than that, she had no impression of anything.

As long as I saw this child like this, I would recall what a bad person I was.

What has she done and accomplished in these years?

Didn't do anything, was drunk and dreamed of death, and wasted money.

The face in front of him, which is [-]% similar to his young self, seems to be laughing at himself, laughing at himself who is completely different from this face.

"...I'm going to take a shower."

Hitomi turned around and walked towards the bathroom, but did not directly respond to Chancheng's words.

She didn't know how to respond.

Why come back here?

Because of extravagance.

Why don't you leave?

Because of extravagance.

Why is it difficult to face your own daughter?

Or because of luxury.

This kind of forgiveness, mixed with guilt, made her feel inferior.

People always have to bear the consequences of their choices, and now this is the consequence that Hitomi needs to bear.

Today too, I don't know what to say or what to do, just wasting time.

The bathroom door opened and closed, and the figure disappeared.

For some reason, Chancheng felt a strange embarrassment from this figure.

'I......'

What to say?what to do

In fact, it seems that it is not that difficult.

Just like what I did with 'Father' today, it would be nice to do the same thing with 'Mother'.

I hope that one day we can sit together and chat together.

So start now.

’ She walked in without taking anything. '

Thinking of this, Chancheng walked towards his mother's room.

In this spacious house, the light in the living room is no longer to dispel loneliness, but simply to illuminate.

The TV was not kept on for no reason, because there were two people here.

The light shines through, blending in with the rest of the households without the slightest difference.

Outside the community, Nangong turned around after withdrawing his gaze.

"It looks like the future is promising."

Uniform said beside him, today went very well, even that Chancheng was able to open his mouth and smile.

"Well, I always feel that compared to before, both Sato and Chancheng have become... more relaxed?"

Nangong didn't know how to describe it. If they really wanted to compare, the two of them had a sense of alienation caused by scruples and bewilderment. This two-way emotion made the distance between them even further.

But now it is different.

"It's possible something happened without us knowing."

He speculated that, after all, if nothing happened, people would not change so much all of a sudden.

"Anyway, it's a good thing, so it doesn't matter."

Uniform shrugged, she naturally thought it was no big deal.

The point is that the current results are very good, very good.

If it continues to develop, Chancheng will be able to find his mother and father, although the form is a bit strange.

"The world is so big, there are so many wonders."

Thinking of this, she couldn't help sighing, who would have imagined such a complicated relationship before actually seeing her.

"I always feel that the plots in those TV dramas and movies are really nothing compared to reality."

Sometimes reality is so blunt that it is beyond comprehension.

Yes, the reality is so nonsense that it is incomprehensible.

In the same city, at 8:30 p.m., Yanshan, who was once again dragged out for shopping by her friend Saito, backed away quickly, because she was really baffled by what happened before her eyes.

Directly in front of her was a cashier in a convenience store uniform.

Now the cashier bowed his head deeply, and in front of him was the store manager with obvious anger on his face.

"I'm really sorry!"

The cashier suddenly apologized to the store manager ten seconds ago on the grounds that he quietly stole the money from the store.

The amount is not small, 20 yen.

Not only that, but in order not to be detected, he even put counterfeit money in the cash register.

Such actions will of course make the store manager feel angry.

"I'm simply an idiot. I have already lost 30 there, but I still have to keep throwing money into it. I always feel that I will definitely get back my money next time. As a result..."

"Enough! You don't need to say it!"

As far as the store manager is concerned, he doesn't want to hear anything now, all he wants to say is one sentence.

"Take off your clothes and get the hell out! You're fired!"

"I'm really sorry! I will definitely pay back the money!"

The cashier took off his coat, carefully placed it on the table, turned and left.

Only the angry store manager and the customers who were completely confused about the situation were left.

They looked at each other, then at what they were holding.

If so, is it still in business?

A few seconds later, the store manager took a deep breath and managed to calm his beating heart.

"Guests please line up here and reopen for business now."

The store manager walked to the front of the cash register. Apart from the clothes, there were twenty [-] denomination banknotes on the left side, or counterfeit money that was exchanged secretly.